Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.

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Re: Clipped (21h/21)

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"That's fine, you don't have to do or say anything. I've seen what I've needed and said what needed to be said. You won’t see me again,” and he made to draw his hood up.

“What do you mean by that?” Malik demanded.

“It is a danger to be here, as it always is, I cannot be here associating with you and this is the only time we may see each other.”

“But what does that-

“Malik,” Altair cut him off, “Sometimes questions go unanswered,” and he snapped his hood up to cover his eyes. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he gave them a slight bow of his head showed himself out. As he was closing the door he heard someone coming after them but by the time they opened the door he’d already put himself out of their sight, hiding right in plain sight.

“Damn him,” Malik muttered to himself looking cross, “he always does this,” and he closed the door loudly.

Altair moved out from his hiding place looking at the door for a moment before he turned to leave. Something to the side caught his attention though and he looked, starting when he saw Salai staring at him from an open window. He’d forgotten about Salai. He glanced back over at the door before going up to the window which was open. “My apologies Salai,” he said switching into his more comfortable language.

‘I know Des wanted to see Leo but…’ he hesitated, his hands momentarily useless and fumbling and not their usual eloquency. ‘I miss him.’

“I know. He misses you as well. You were his friend,” he huffed a little sigh before saying, “Only one he has really. He doesn’t trust anyone else to call them a friend,” and the red head frowned deeply. “He wished I could take you to him,” that revelation startled the pet out of his sadness and he stared at Altair.

Finally he composed himself enough to ask, ‘Why not?’

"Leo needs you still and he knows he can't be so selfish to take you away from him," he said as the memory glitched, seeming to skip, and Desmond could feel his eyes dampen. It was true though and Desmond missed his friend, the one who had that strange broken giggle and didn't talk but rather saw everything, just like he did. "You understand?" Altair asked the red head.

'So when he doesn't will I get to see him again?'

"We'll see," he ruffled Salai's curly red hair. "Do you have anything you want to say to him?"

Salai thought for a moment before tugging on Altair’s sleeve and he leaned down to be more at the same level as the shorter man. Then with slow motions as if unsure he signed, ‘This isn’t for you Altair,’ and the Assassin got one of the shocks of his life when the pet leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

The memory glitched and pitched before bursting apart into threads of white like someone had ripped apart a ball of yarn. It faded quickly and Desmond roughly lurched to his feet the Apple falling from his hand to bang against the glass over the Wellspring. He felt Altair try to reach out and grab his wrist but he slipped right through, “Desmo-

“Leave,” Desmond said his voice uncharacteristically hard, snapping out like a whip.

“But Des-

“I said leave!” he practically yelled. “You’re my Sicarius and have to do what I say and I’m telling you to leave.”

There was a moment of hard silence in the room, only interrupted by the sound of the Animus before he heard his brother get to his feet, the pillows shifting around him as he stood. “As you wish Divinus,” he said in a low tone and Desmond heard him open and close the door softly and only then did he look back to make sure he was really gone.

He sat on one of the chairs in the room, slumping down and stared out one of the large windows. The storm had hit while they’d been inside the Animus and it howled and raged outside like some sort of demon battering at the fortress as though it could find a way inside. Desmond sucked in his lips with a frown before pressing a hand over his face and drew his knees up to his chest.

It wasn’t fair.